Although I am not only made of steel,
But can as well shoot laser from my eyes,
And might with ease to every heart appeal,
And fly at times to but the farthest skies: —
To listen, lull a thousand constant cries;
A lullaby needs not a soothing voice;
We all at last must learn to compromise:
If we ought to, or need to just rejoice.—
I have to make a common conscious choice:
Must I come closer or remain afar?
Must I renounce my warm abode of ice?
Must I approach and end my inner spar?
Though I enjoy a sum of endless might:
You seem to melt, my only Kryptonite!
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